This last week I travelled to a farm in northern NSW to visit my relations up there whom I rarely see. A trip? Interstate? Four flights? A week? Was I mad? I asked myself these questions in a frenzied state the week before we left but it turns out this was the ideal holiday for a snoozie susie… Why? Read on
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Only TV Addicts Should Apply
“Whatever you do Mum, don’t get post-viral fatigue!” I said this to my Mum when she recently came back from overseas with a combination of the flu and jet lag and was not a happy camper. This was understandable, but as this caged lioness paced around the house waiting to be better it dawned on me that she was really not made for post-viral fatigue. Read on
Let’s Go Ride a Bike!
I rode my bike on Saturday! I rode my freaking bike! I was like a kid on Christmas Day who’d found a bike attached to a string leading from the tree. I pushed off and took a few pedals – 14 months of fatigue hasn’t stolen my ability to ride – then increased my speed and stood up on the pedals, leaning over my handlebars and wiggling the wheels down the path. Read on
More Russell, Less Mackenzie; stopping the brave
Along with my Celtic skin and hair my Scottish ancestry brings with it a family motto or two. It seems that I’ve been employing more of one than the other over the last few years and this fatigued period in my life has certainly made it clear that toughing it out doesn’t always work for me… Read on
Fatigue Memes
So the other day a good friend was visiting me (who understands all too well the shitfullness of fatigue, having had it in high school) and we spent a very enjoyable afternoon creating fatigue memes. Some got a bit bitter and twisted, some were very dark, but most made us laugh. Here are a few that tickled our fancy… Read on
Calculator says no: the mathematics of fatigue
Since finishing high school I’ve rarely used the complex mathematics I studied. While I certainly have never felt the need to find, oh say, the anti-differentiation of sin, or some such horror, over the past fatigued year I have developed my own mathematical formulas… Read on
Due to intense brain fog all thoughts have been grounded today
I’ve been wanting to write this post for a while, but every time I try to my brain checks out on me with brain fog. Brain fog, or “cognitive dysfunction” as the doctors call it, basically means that you become a stupid person incapable of primary-school level spelling and arithmetic. Read on
God Bless Naps (and melatonin tablets)
During this past year I’ve realised the beauty of the power nap. I have limited my daytime napping to 20 mins (30 if I am feeling particularly zombie-esque) and these power naps have saved my life! I don’t wake up groggy and grumpy like the four-hour sleeps I used to have, and I know I can recharge quickly. Read on
A Delicate Balance
Post-viral fatigue basically imploded my life last year. I was a busy multi-tasking girl balancing a career in publishing with postgrad study as well as playing lacrosse, doing boot camp, having a social life, heading home to the farm every other weekend and whatever else I was trying to squeeze in to the month. Read on
Running, Running
Running a race. Running out of energy. Running on empty. Running can mean different things to different people – to the exercise haters it inspires terror with memories of high school cross countries – but to those of us who actually enjoy our body performing in this way it’s a drug like no other.
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a snoozie life 